Zamaojiro shouted loudly, and Ashikaga Jiro burrowed behind me like a frightened rabbit.
I blocked Ashikaga Jiro behind me and looked at the trail of miscellaneous hair shouting towards the dark place in the forest. There was movement in the darkness, as if it was preparing to retreat deeper into the forest. Where could the trail of miscellaneous hair let the man escape? If my heart moved, thunder would
The Thunderbolt suddenly flew up and flew towards the darkness. With a buzzing sound, the Thunderbolt struck a tree trunk and made a muffled sound. The black figure felt the killing intent rising from the hairy path, and then his whole body stiffened.
, without moving.
Zamao Xiaodao walked forward slowly and said to Ashikaga Jiro: "That person may not understand Chinese. Let me tell you, please help me translate it - yours, come back quickly, otherwise, you will die!"
"
It was obvious that this guy had watched too many anti-Japanese dramas. Ashikaga Jiro behind me also understood, but he could only help with the translation with a grimace. After a slight hesitation, the black figure finally turned around and slowly emerged from the darkness.
I walked over. When the distant light shone on this man's face, before I could react, I heard Ashikaga Jiro behind me shouting: "Master!"
Oda Shingen?
Ashikaga Jiro didn't expect that he would sneak out and be followed by his master. And I looked at the skinny old man in black priest uniform in front of me. His face was gloomy, and his eyes were as sharp as a butcher's knife that had just been sharpened.
He stared at his apprentice with his face exposed and muttered a few words in Japanese, speaking in a bad tone.
Zamao Xiaodao was a little angry. He put his right thumb on his ring finger and little finger and hooked it slightly. The thunderbolt moved in response and suddenly passed by Old Oda's ear. A gust of cold wind blew down. He held the thunderbolt and Zamao Xiaodao
Xiaodao said calmly: "Oh, it turns out we are old friends. Please speak Chinese - I don't want to say this a second time!"
The old priest could not help but feel a chill all over his body as Zamao Xiaodao scanned him from head to toe with unkind eyes, so he became even more angry and said coldly to the young man behind me: "Jiro, look at the good deeds you have done!"
Zamao Xiaodao laughed and said that the old priest didn't seem to welcome us very much. Can you tell me the reason?
Oda Shingen retracted his angry gaze towards his disciple, raised his head and glanced at Zamao Xiaodao, shook his head and sighed, saying that you should not have come. Although you have an amazing sword now, you have no idea what you are going to face.
Yes, what kind of opponent is this? Miss Aya specifically confessed before entering the quiet pavilion, asking us not to tell you, just because we were afraid that you, Lu Zuo, would come and die. Go back, Miss Aya did something wrong, and she should be punished by Lord Zhubu.
This is a punishment that no one can change. We can only wait for God’s will. Go back...
Oda Shingen was mumbling, but even though Ashikaga Jiro was as fearful of his master as a tiger, he still couldn't help but argue: "Miss Aya must not be a sacrifice, just offering it to men she doesn't love at all.
Absolutely not!”
The muscles on Oda Shingen's face twitched, he glanced at him angrily, and then gritted his teeth and said: "This is the punishment she deserves, and no one can stop it!"
The two argued endlessly, and I finally lost my patience. I took a deep breath and asked: "Mr. Oda, before Aya entered the quiet pavilion, did she communicate with you? Then please tell me, is she?
voluntary?"
Ikeda Shingen seemed to be full of hostility towards me, his face covered with age spots was tense, and his hoarse voice seemed to come from the crack in the door: "Your Excellency Rikuzuo, Miss Aya, she is the first goddess of Ise Shrine.
, are the people favored by Amaterasu. All her glory and strength are given by God, so she must naturally assume her due obligations."
Zamao Xiaodao was laughing beside him. Come on, stop using your Japanese Bushido tactics to fool people. You have been brainwashed and stupid. What woman is willing to wash her hands of nothing, then spread her legs and be beaten by a bunch of herself?
Playing around with men you don’t even know?
The contempt in Zamao Xiaodao's tone made the old priest furious. However, the hand that Old Xiao showed just now was really difficult for him to resist. The veins on his forehead jumped a few times, but he finally held it back and muttered something in Japanese. No one could
I didn't hear clearly. After seeing Oda Shingen's attitude, I expressed my understanding, patted Ashikaga Jiro on the shoulder, and said calmly: "Okay, Jiro, thank you. I probably know the reason for the matter, and I will go there tomorrow.
The quiet pavilion of Saidaiji Kannon-in Temple brought Yaya back, don’t worry.”
After hearing what I said, the old priest couldn't help but change his face. He crossed over to me, pushed Ashikaga Jiro hard, and shouted sternly: "Have you told him? You are crazy. Do you know what will happen if you are beaten by Lord Zhubu?"
You know, Yaya will definitely die, you are harming her, do you know that?"
I stopped Oda Shingen to prevent him from kicking Ashikaga Jiro, but as soon as I started to play with him, the old priest seemed to be crazy and shouted at me: "Do you think this is in China? You
Do you know how many masters there are in Ise Jingu Shrine and Saidaiji Temple? Let alone getting close to the Jing Pavilion, as long as you tell your purpose of coming, I'm afraid you won't even be able to get in. They will kill you. You idiot, they will kill you.
your!"
This old priest was also feeling uncomfortable holding back. Once he burst out, he would have great strength. There was a vague look of a beast on his face, and he wanted to teach me a lesson.
My relationship with Oda Shingen is not that good, but I can tell that for Kato Aya, whom he has been protecting since childhood, this old priest must have father-like emotions in his heart, so he seems to be so painful.
However, he wanted to look good on me and make me retreat in spite of the difficulties, but I couldn't make people look down upon as he wanted, so he took a deep breath, activated the yin-yang fish cyclone in his lower abdomen, and directly caught up with this
The old priest's right hand, a small grasping hand, directly pinned him down on the grass.
The old priest knocked me down. His face was full of shock. He wanted to stand up and fight again. However, how could I let him succeed? I used the "Twelve Methods of Suppressing the Mountains" that I learned in Dongting Lake."
"Shan Zi Jue", with just one hand, he was suppressed so that he was motionless and unable to accumulate strength.
Oda Shingen can be trusted by Kato Kazuo and has always protected Kato Aya. He is naturally a very capable practitioner. The Tomi Hirosawa style he inherited is the most powerful school of Shingon sect. It combines the strengths of the two schools and is quite powerful.
Otherwise, I would not be able to escape from such a death place like Nushan Canyon. At this moment, I was pressed on the grass. I didn't feel it at first. After struggling for a few times, I felt the anger of being humiliated.
There was a roar in his mouth, which did not sound like human words, and there seemed to be some kind of bear-like beast growing inside his body. His limbs were clawing and digging, digging out four large shallow pits. However, even with such a movement
, I still suppressed him firmly without giving him any chance to stand up.
Oda Shingen struggled crazily for a while, gaining strength, failing again, and finally exhausted. When the bear scab on his face slowly faded, he finally stopped and sighed deeply: "I didn't expect that after more than a year,
I have never seen you become so powerful!"
Seeing that he had calmed down a bit, I regained my temper, helped him up, and comforted him: "Mr. Oda, I owe Miss Aya a favor, so I rushed to Japan, but this does not mean
I came here to die. If you are really good for Miss Aya, then you should let her regain her freedom and be as happy as a bird in the sky."
The old priest rubbed his neck, stood up, and said angrily: "Do you think Ise Shrine is so easy to bully? If so, how could Yaya be invited to the Jing Pavilion? Everything is yours.
Wrong, just do it yourself!"
After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, walking away along the path. Seeing his master leaving, Ashikaga Jiro felt uneasy, grabbed my arm and said, "Lu Zuo-kun, please save Miss Aya. For specific matters, you'd better do it."
Find President Kato!" After saying this, he chased after the old priest who had walked away: "Master, wait for me..."
I watched the two masters and apprentices disappear into the darkness without moving. Zamao Xiaodao touched his nose and said, "Little poison," and just let them go?
I nodded and said that the old devil Oda was unwilling to cooperate and would not compromise even with the knife on his neck. However, the matter was almost clear. We just needed to see how the defense of Saidaiji Kannon Temple was doing, and we needed to plan an escape route.
. Zamao Xiaodao was a little surprised and said, is it really a robbery?
I nodded and said it was really a grab. What, is there a problem?
Zamao Xiaodao laughed and said, What if I snatch it back and make her my wife?
ah?
Zamao Xiaodao's words made me fall silent - if I were a few years younger, I would have agreed immediately, but after experiencing so much, I have also figured out that love is not everything in life, even Ya Ye
For various reasons, I have a crush on me, and I am quite in love with Kato Aya because of her beautiful and gentle temperament. But if we really come together, two people with completely different living environments will be together.
Can we really live together happily like in fairy tales?
This is obviously very difficult and impossible...
It's just that that little Japanese girl, coming as my wife to warm my bed, is really a very tempting proposition.
Seeing that I was lost in my reverie, Zamao Xiaodao couldn't help but laugh strangely and pulled me back to find a place to eat.
After a long day of traveling, and the airplane food was terrible, we naturally wanted to find something to reward ourselves. There are many delicious foods in this area, so we randomly found a Kanto restaurant, the most famous of which are sushi and sashimi, but for
I really can't get used to this food, but the fried tempura and the four-ki rice dish are pretty good.
After dinner, the two of us did not go back to rest, but made a phone call. Not long after, a black car drove up in front of the shop, rolled down the window, and poked out a man's head towards me.